Looking at Li Ya, who had cast aside all her dignity and restraint, a helpless Ding Fengchun could only let out a sigh. She took a formal dress in Li Ya's size from the walk-in closet and tossed it onto the sofa.
"What nonsense are you talking about? You can leave whenever you want. Look at me—aren't I living a good life now?"
When Ding Fengchun had left, she had been too proud, walking away without taking a thing. She'd probably regretted it during those initial, desperate struggles.
If she had been willing to swallow her pride, she wouldn't have had to rent. She could have easily bought a luxury high-rise apartment downtown—the kind of place Qiao An would have absolutely loved.
But she refused to be looked down upon. She preferred for her legend to end at its peak, rather than fade away as the curtain fell on an era.
"Sister Chun, I've been here for too long. If I could handle that kind of hardship, I would have left ages ago…"
